𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙆𝙔 𝙄𝙎 𝙉𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 - 𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙮

The Day He Left

"You've got to make your own kind of music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of music
Even when nobody else sings along"

The music was the only thing that distracted Emma while she sat in the terminals blue, suede seat, waiting for Owen's plane to come. She didn't want admit that she was upset to Owen but, it was written all over her face. Emma tried her best not to tell him about getting her own job back, the pressure killed her with guilt but, the clock was ticking until Owen left. It would relieve her chest of a heavy burden.

Owen reached towards her knee, placing his hand over comfortingly to her, Emma jumped at the touch then she looked over at Owen admiringly. His black satchel irritated his shoulder as he returned Emma's gaze, his apologetic, and concerned. He didn't want to leave her here, pregnant and alone, but he had to for the baby. "When will you be back?" Emma questioned, trying to sound steady and convincing, after she had finally worked up the nerve to talk to him. In reality she was going to be at the park on the twelfth, she just needed some time to get things situated at home, such as a crib, a stroller, a diaper bag, all the simple baby essentials before leaving to go to Jurassic World.

Owen leaned up, shrugging his shoulders unknowingly as they called for his flight. Emma hoisted herself up, slowly and unwillingly, she didn't want to say goodbye but she knew it wasn't forever although it seemed like it. She paced herself behind Owen, who took wide strides on over to the gate where all sorts of people were boarding for Costa Rica, a smaller plane would pick him up from the airport there and charter him to Jurassic World. He turned to Emma before boarding, looking at her with worry and sorrow for he knew he wouldn't see his child grow inside her. "I'll be home as soon as I can. Every chance I get." Owen promised her in a soft, loving tone.

This job was for the best wasn't it? Even if it did rip him apart from his family? Owen shook his head, snapping back to reality. "I love you," Owen caressed her cheek, Emma leaning into it while grabbing his hand. Even though she wanted him to go, and even herself to go, she couldn't help but think of the incident that occurred almost a year ago. She prayed nothing like that would happen again although she doubts that Claire would ever make that same mistake again. Owen tapped her nose, drawing her eyes towards him while making a taken back face. "At least you'll have time to study." He joked, smirking down at the young paleontologist who smiled a little before tearing up a little.

He scooped up both of her cheeks, dragging her upwards towards his lips. It was uncomfortable for her but it was still compassionate, it was the last kiss she'll get for a couple of weeks so she cherished in it. They broke the kiss, Emma lingering near his face wanting more but, instead his hand caressed her face once again. "Be careful." He warned, wagging a finger in front of her face before leaning down and touching her belly. "Be good, squirt. Don't cause your mom too much trouble while I'm gone." Emma silently chuckled at his quip before stepping back and biting down hard on her lip, forcing herself to not tear up any further. Owen slung his carry on over his chest, looking back at Emma longingly. She nudged him while saying goodbye and watched as he sauntered through the boarding gate.

~Emma~

Emma pulled up to her driveway, lifting her head up in surprise as her mother stood out in the cold in front of her car. Lucy was visibly shaking as she put on a smile, and waved her mitten covered hand. "Mom?" Emma beckoned as she hobbled out of her car and onto the snowy surface of her driveway. "What're you doing here?" She asked as she approached the stern looking woman. "I figured we could go get some stuff for my little grandchild." Lucy crooned before blowing into her hands for warmth. "It should keep you busy and not dwell on Owen. I'm pretty sure that being depressed effects your baby in some way, yada, yada, yada. Now can we talk about this in the car? I'm freezing. I've been standing out here for ages." Lucy hurdled herself into Emma's car, searching for warmth in the recently turned off vehicle.